You are the breath of fresh morning air of an autumn day…
The whippoorwill’s spirit, who has come to play…
You are the crisp red leaf fallen from the maple tree…
All things you are and still a friend to me….
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Especially for a friend….
2008 Copyright
The Muse
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Every dream that is envisioned is bigger than ourselves…
It is up to us to grow into those
dreams…
Fulfilling our heart’s desire and touching the heights of success.
To your futures my friends, may they be glorious! Love, The Muse
Sorrow, contemplation, and joy…(removed pending publication)****************************Copyright 2008The Muse
Ah, a Muse’s work is never done!
I whole~heartedly agree.Words can poison, words can sting, words can crush…if they are used with ill will and malice.And yet, the same pen can create love, joy, beauty and prose….it can spill words onto parchment so eloquent…the reader is taken to tears…The difference lies within the author, the writer, the user…and that is indeed a power that can be mind chilling and yet so satisfying for the soul.Love,The Muse
